What Is Poetry Quotes
Comfortable? Don't be. I believe in those moments where we grow comfortable is where we stop growing, and in order to keep evolving, God slips the rug from beneath our feet and makes us look up.
He did not waste time in a vain search for a place in history.
It is futile to spend time telling stories about the fleetness of each day.
The time between good night to good morning, all poetries are mentioned by her with his love and their good memories.
Asia is an entertainment, Europe is a dream, America is an imprisonment and Rest is a nightmare.
Yoga is an exact science in the form of poetry when we measure the flow of neurotransmitters in the brain.
The scientist is more religious than the poet because his beliefs rests in faith for a reality that is intangible.
I wasn’t reading poetry because my aim was to work my way through English Literature in Prose A–Z.But this was diff
Her skin smells of vintage books and pale moonlight, exotic things, forbidden loves and rainy nights.
Books connect us readers to what we cannot see but imagine, an intangible sort of wonder and magic.
Poetry is jealous of you tonight, for as soon as I come to pen a few words, your perfume attacks me in the most civilised manner and I forget myself. I forget the poem. I forget the ...
I only wrote prose before I met you. My musings were superfluous and serious as well. But now the words dance with me. I sing with them and we create poetry.
If I had to choose between all the books in the world and you, then I would choose to read your body for the rest of my life.
Listen closely. Even the trees exhale sweet love songs that roll off their boughs and echo out to all of creation. Love is always in the air.
There is no force in Earth or Heaven above, No, not even the damned of Hell can stop relentless Love. ---Kari, The Valkyrie, Chapter Sixteen, Valley of the Damned Epic Martial Poem/Allegory
There is no force in Earth or Heaven above, No, not even the damned of Hell can stop relentless Love. ---Kari, The Valkyrie, Chapter Sixteen, Valley of the Damned Epic Martial Poem/Allegory
Too much war, hatred and fear in the world.Desperately needed: More art, love and poetry.
The moon is my fear.The sun is my heart afire.The stars, my love songs.
How I'm glad to go back home!Once I truly have no more worry. Many of those who are in a hurry Endure setbacks in the outcome.
say the words out loud / yes / the ones that make your heart pinch / say them out loud
There is a whisper of light if you can hear Louder than sound of darknessyou never fear Numb sky’s muteness leaves you hard of hearingSenses wish to fly feelings disappearing
Virtually everyone needs motivation of some sort, but when you are in love - that is motivation enough, it turns many into poets and painters, it spurs the creativity in you.
Don't think for second you are not a badass warrior. That's precisely your problem, you don't realize how amazingly brilliant and super kickass you are. Your potential is only limited by your mind.
They say “The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step’”Get up and take that step!Take baby steps if you want but go for it, Wait no longer…START IT!
..Breaking yet budding, dying yet living - standingamongst ruins and rage, reaching for possibilitiesplaying hard to get.
Our hearts may be strong and resilient against the trials of life, but they become weak and fragile against the trials of love.
When did you first fall in love?""I think, I first fell in lovewhen I was in fifth gradewith this boy who kept his glass ruler in the sunlight and made rainbows on my desk with it.
LOVE IS NOMADICAND I'M A GYPSY SOULSO LOVE GOES WHEREVER I GO
She's the kind of girl who brings you to the moon without you even being aware. The kind of girl you trip in love with, The kind of girl you never forget.
She asks me silly questions. Like how much do I love her?I smile and look at the sky for how do I tell her that it is she who gives me my existence...
Icarus should have waited for nightfall, the moon would have never let him go.
Her memories splashed my nights with a magical illumination. Her thoughts were my intoxication!
If we all die and become stars then I must believe that our souls live in the stars. Now I know why people look up to the sky when they think of someone they wish to see
There is this pain of love. You experience it some moments. It begins like a strange gnawing in your heart. It then spreads slowly. Spreads to the whole body. You fall deeply into it. This feeling.
